Take that money, watch it burn
05-06-2014, 04:42 PM
When the silver princess wasn't exploring the Glaciem territory, honing her skills, and seeking out her siblings, she was stalking her father's den. She would never get very close, usually several feet from the opening. Ever since her aunt Sendoa had told her that Isardis was ill she had lingered, hoping that she could be there when he finally emerged. Her most fond memory from her childhood was the one real conversation she had with her father and that memory clung to the forefront of her mind. Today she felt daring. Silvery paws carried her closer before she finally settled in the shade of one of the tall pine trees near his den. She was still a fair distance from it, but this was probably the closest she had come. She could smell his scent all over the area, both new and old. Honestly, she would have asked to speak with him long ago, but she didn't want to bother him if he was really that ill. There were few wolves in this world that she really respected, but her father was one of them. She would sit quietly and wait. And wait some more. Speech Thought Others |
